Christ_empowered
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That's the general consensus around here. I used to *need* a state mental hospital or...something. Obviously a victim of psychiatry. No longer...
...I'm healthy and the new shrinks say its "recovery." OK. Recovery. We'll go with that. My vote goes for slow-mo miracle, but, whatever....recovery.
So, now, I have "schizophrenia," basically by consensus. And its all my fault. "Poor life choices," "too promiscuous," etc. This based on what I've heard people say in my neighborhood and once or twice at the mental health clinic I go to.
UGH! Look, I was a wretch. Slave of sin, 110%. I get it. I could very well have been committed simply because I did too many drugs. I get that. But...
...nothing really justifies the way people--"mental health professionals," in particular--have treated me. Excessive (and involuntary) ECT. Confidentiality violations. Over-billing my parents and insurance company.
I'm always being singled out for the worst, most stigmatizing diagnoses and prognoses. I'm sick of it!
Look, I get agitated. Moody. Sometimes I hear voices. That's what Abilify is for, lol. Its not a huge deal, and its not even all that incapacitating, at least not anymore.
I'm hoping to one day be free of this place and mental health, inc. If I need meds, I guess I could just go to a family doctor and get them discreetly, no big deal.
I'm just...frustrated. Doing better--doing well at Liberty, moving forward in life, albeit somewhat slowly. Keeping up with my misdemeanor probation.
I just can't believe how cruel and judgmental people are, although it makes sense. I get the impression that mental health hasn't changed much since the 50s, at least not around here.
Ugh! I pray some of this is persecution. I mean, its like this: pre-repentance, I was stigmatized, but I was also stupid. Now, people only despise me. I mean, its rough...the other night, I was smoking a cigarette, and my neighbor screamed "Queer!" at me. They've screamed far worse, of course, but...wow. When I was actively gay, nobody cared. Now, I'm more masculine, trying to be celibate, and my sexuality is a huge issue, like I'm the only queer who ever lived, EVER.
Our God is a God of restoration...
...that's probably part of the problem, lol. I can be a Christian as long as I'm dull and know my place, etc. But to dare to make forward progress? To be smart enough for college-level work? To be physically healthy? NOT OK!
Ramble ramble....this is just getting old, that's all.
...I'm healthy and the new shrinks say its "recovery." OK. Recovery. We'll go with that. My vote goes for slow-mo miracle, but, whatever....recovery.
So, now, I have "schizophrenia," basically by consensus. And its all my fault. "Poor life choices," "too promiscuous," etc. This based on what I've heard people say in my neighborhood and once or twice at the mental health clinic I go to.
UGH! Look, I was a wretch. Slave of sin, 110%. I get it. I could very well have been committed simply because I did too many drugs. I get that. But...
...nothing really justifies the way people--"mental health professionals," in particular--have treated me. Excessive (and involuntary) ECT. Confidentiality violations. Over-billing my parents and insurance company.
I'm always being singled out for the worst, most stigmatizing diagnoses and prognoses. I'm sick of it!
Look, I get agitated. Moody. Sometimes I hear voices. That's what Abilify is for, lol. Its not a huge deal, and its not even all that incapacitating, at least not anymore.
I'm hoping to one day be free of this place and mental health, inc. If I need meds, I guess I could just go to a family doctor and get them discreetly, no big deal.
I'm just...frustrated. Doing better--doing well at Liberty, moving forward in life, albeit somewhat slowly. Keeping up with my misdemeanor probation.
I just can't believe how cruel and judgmental people are, although it makes sense. I get the impression that mental health hasn't changed much since the 50s, at least not around here.
Ugh! I pray some of this is persecution. I mean, its like this: pre-repentance, I was stigmatized, but I was also stupid. Now, people only despise me. I mean, its rough...the other night, I was smoking a cigarette, and my neighbor screamed "Queer!" at me. They've screamed far worse, of course, but...wow. When I was actively gay, nobody cared. Now, I'm more masculine, trying to be celibate, and my sexuality is a huge issue, like I'm the only queer who ever lived, EVER.
Our God is a God of restoration...
...that's probably part of the problem, lol. I can be a Christian as long as I'm dull and know my place, etc. But to dare to make forward progress? To be smart enough for college-level work? To be physically healthy? NOT OK!
Ramble ramble....this is just getting old, that's all.